terrible.
This morning I went to my first class in French. The teacher is an actress and is hopelessly expressive. She wore a white dress and boots and moved frantically from side to side. Underwear taught many times.
tried to concentrate on the words in the language, fill them with gestures to overcome my shortcomings language.
Then suddenly he began to talk about something she called "l'intériorité terrible." The mere concept and seemed incredibly beautiful. We talked about the cruelty that is so close to the skin in children, that crush snails and they tear the wings off butterflies and yell at other kids' no longer want to be your friend, 'or,' I do not love you 'and do harm to anyone around them seeking shelter and forgiveness following his innocence. And talked about how when growing up, cruelty was one of the few things we left. The most dangerous power that man has is that of being cruel to another, to exercise such damage. We are creators of pain, day after day. He also spoke of the violence of the feelings, as it must, must, needs to be some hint of evil behind the feelings. Homo homini lupus. The word he used was 'Rage' is not just anger but more than that.
course, all these things I can musta invented by my state of lost in translation and use them at my leisure, I, creative pain. At the end of the day, my inner terrible also accompanied me to school. There
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